Books bring variety of emotions
I just read a very depressing book, "The Heart of a Lonely Hunter" by Carson McCullers. It was a story about the sad condition of the poor black people as well as the poor white people in the south in the 1930s.
I kept hoping a happy time would appear but no such luck. Some of the characters showed kindness but there seemed to be no way out of their sad situations.
I was attending a girls' college in Columbus, Mo., about that time and remember there was a tension between the colored and the white people. One night there was a hanging and at the college we were aware of the situation and were supposed to stay in our dormitories until things quieted down.
Now, I'm reading "The Sunday Philosophy Club" by Alexander McCall Smith. You may remember my telling of his books concerning a woman detective in an African village. In this book he writes of a nosy woman in Scotland who does some detective work. Smith is from Scotland and writes in a fast and breezy way.
I have just had some family visitors. Wanda, my daughter, has been here a couple of weeks. Then her daughter and granddaughter popped in for a day and we had a merry time, the four generations of us. The youngest, a freshman at the Air Force Academy in Colorado Springs, brought her school books. Her huge biology book scared me and I decided that was too much for me.
— NORMA HANNAFORD
